Summer Vacation
by, T'lisha Miller
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfiction,all characters belong to the mangaka, Hino Matsuri-sama, and her publishers. The story is being told from a figment of my imagination and are made up by me, I have been influenced by other ideas so the idea is not solely my own.
Prologue
"Airi," my grandmother called, her voice carrying from downstairs. I sighed as I dragged myself to the golden banister.
"Yes, grandma," I answered sheepishly, squinting my eyes of the drastic change in lightness from my dim room to the overly bright chandelier shining from above the ginormous ceiling.
"Come down here," she said motioning me down towards her, "your grandfather and myself have a special request for you," she said with her bright eyes shining up at me. I groaned as I descended the everlasting stairwell down to where my grandmother stood.
"Your request," I asked as I followed her to the sitting room, where I sat on one of many brightly colored sitting stools.
"Well," my grandfather began gruffly, "we know you want a job that pays well so you don't have to depend on us for the things you want," he continued, "so we took the liberty of finding you a job." I nodded slowly trying to see what was so "special" about the upcoming request.
"And well the job we found pays a nice sum of money and you could work for the entire summer and even when you start college in the fall," grandma continued. I stared at them trying to find out who would give me the information first...they both looked confident. Ugh. I hate it when they prepare themselves mentally before telling me something I may potentially not like.
"Could you please please please get to the point, grandma," I begged giving her my best puppy-dog face, "what's so special about this job?" I inquired with the same expression.
"Well, it's in Italy and you'll have the job for approximately five months, unless you get fired, and you'll be a caretaker to my, deceased, best-friend's second son," she sputtered with relief. She was trying to make her way out of the room when I comprehended what she was saying.
"You're saying you found me a job as a MAID in Italy," I asked in a cold voice. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at me with that grandmotherly smile of hers.
" I didn't say maid, I said caretaker...Akihito finish this," she yelled scrambling up the stairs. I turned to my grandfather who was trying to avoid eye contact by watching the puffs of swirly smoke escaping his old fashioned pipe.
"Grandfather," I mumbled sweetly turning the innocence of my eyes on him. He took one look at me and then sighed in resignation.
"Okay, my dear granddaughter, well you see it's exactly as your dear grandmother said," he said taking a long drag from his pipe, "if you accept the invitation to the job you'll be the caretaker of a boy about the same age as you in Italy...his grandmother lives with him, because of his dead mother,but finds it hard to keep up with him so,we took he liberty of recommending you to her as a caretaker and she seemed intent on the idea...and you wouldn't want to break an old woman's hopes, now would you," he questioned turning the force of his wise and knowing eyes on me. In some cases naivete just doesn't work!
" FINE," I huffed, "you and grandma are evil incarnate, you know," I sighed toppling over in my unhappiness. His eyes twinkled as he smiled at me.
"I know we are and we don't deserve a granddaughter who is as pure of heart and mind as you are, my dear, but don't be so down," he said his tone changing, "You're young, you'll be in Italy, and... I hear he's quite the looker," he said with a wink. I muttered unintelligible things as I got to to leave. "Oh yeah, you're things are already packed and waiting in the limo out front!"